Me: last chapter that ties it all together. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own BBC's Merlin- I could never write such a heartbreaking show.

~Pokemon67 checked and said there were no grammar mistakes. If you spot one, you may laugh and mock at her exspence- she deserves it for being so careless~

Gwen didn't know how they did it. But they did. Somehow, Camelot was still in one piece and safe.

Arthur had called on Mithian and Elena. They both had been eager to help in anyway they could (''I'll convince father!'' Elena said, right before tripping over the threshold. Even without the creature inside her that Merlin had told her about, she was still terribly clumsy).

As for the people being wary of magic, Merlin was cooking up something that he seemed nervous and excited about all at once, and he refused to show it to anyone until he was ready. He spent most of his time furiously writing in his room, working on this project and working on a magic book and a list of spells with Freya.

Freya. The Lady of the Lake, Gwen had nicknamed her to herself long ago. She couldn't believe when Arthur had said that she had come back along with him, saving him.

Merlin was so happy. Watching him and Freya was beautiful. They weren't like some of the young couple's in town— all starry eyed at each other. Their love was quiet, and growing each day.

They always were near each other, their shoulders brushing or their hands clasped together. Sometimes, if he wasn't right next to her, Merlin would turn around suddenly to look at her, afraid that she would vanish. And when Merlin talked to Freya, Gwen noticed how attentive Freya was. How she cocked her head to the side, hanging on his every word and studying his face, memorizing every detail. Those two spent their time together: they knew from the past that it could end suddenly and they were making the most of every day they had right now to get to know each other.

Gwen understood. She felt the same about Arthur.

The experience she went through, thinking him dead and struggling to get though without him, to accept his death, had been so hard. Having him back was a miracle she hadn't let herself pray for, forcing herself to carry on like he would for Camelot.

She and him were rarely apart. The only times they were really apart was like now, when he was training the new recruits and she was busy attending to the everyday needs of the castle.

Gwen walked through the castle halls. The past few days had been more peaceful then they had in what felt like forever, and she was grateful. They had fallen back into a routine, giving her some down time that she had put to good use.

Freya, her face red from embarrassment at the fallen state of it, wasn't sure what to do with the dress. She had given it to Merlin, knowing that he had taken it from a friend and thought that maybe she could replace it for her. Merlin had had to explain the awful truth— that the dress had been Morgana's, and that she didn't need it replaced.

Merlin brought the dress to Gwen, unsure of what to do with it. ''It doesn't seem right,'' he said awkwardly. ''To just, throw it away.''

Gwen nodded. ''You're quite right,'' she said, running her hand over the frayed sleeves. ''I'll think of something.''

''Is there anything I could do to help?'' Freya asked. The poor girl seemed to be working herself up into a state about the old dress.

''No, Freya,'' Gwen replied kindly. ''I was her maid: it's my job.''

So Gwen spent the next few day's during her free time in the kitchens, washing the dress, and then mending it. The poor servants got themselves into a sate, asking their queen if she really didn't want them to take care of it? The few servants that Gwen knew from her time as a maid joked with her that if she really missed her work that much, she could aways clean the fireplaces again if she wanted.

Gwen shook her head at the concerned servants, and explained to the joking one's that this was Morgana's dress, and she needed to fix it herself. That shut them up. They respectfully kept their distance, leaving Gwen to her self appointed task.

First Gwen carefully washed the dress. Then she patched the holes in the skirt with as similar a purple cloth she could find, and she replaced the lacy sleeves with new lace. Then she painstakingly sewed on a new red trim, as the old one had come completely undone.

It had been awhile since she had sewn such careful work. All her clothes now came from professional tailors. She had forgotten the satisfaction of seeing your handiwork in an article of clothing, and also the pain in one's back, hands, and eyes from sewing over a long period of time.

Today she was done, and she walked through the castle, holding the dress carefully on a hanger. It wasn't as good as new, and she probably couldn't have worn it to a feast anymore, but Morgana could've worn it out riding or hunting.

Gwen thought about that day so long ago, when Morgana had asked her if she had seen it. She thought about her several days of working on it.

''Since it had such an impact on your life, perhaps we should hold a ceremony for it?''

Morgana picked up an apple and held it threateningly above her head. ''I will throw this at you.''

She smiled at the memory, stroking the dress. She was about to turn the corner, but paused at the hallway.

The girls kept a straight face as they walked away. But as soon as they were out of Arthur's sight, they descended into giggles and ran around the corner.

As planned, Merlin was already there, leaning on his knees to keep from falling over in his laughter. ''Did you see his face?'' he choked out.

In her mind's eye, Gwen could picture the scene. Her, Merlin, and Morgana, laughing at Arthur's shocked expression.

Morgana put her hand on Merlin's shoulder. '' 'Thank you, Arthur, for finding it for me!' '' She quoted Merlin. ''Oh, that was perfect, just perfect…''

We had been friends, Gwen reassured herself. Once. It hadn't all been a lie. Once, we were truly friends.

Gwen continued on her way to her destination, pushing the door open when she got there.

Morgana's room was understood by everyone in the castle not to be messed with. The old servants instructed the new that all you were to do in there was keep the surfaces clean so dust would not collet, that was all. No messing around with her stuff.

Gwen walked in slowly. There was the table that was the setting for many of Arthur's and Morgana's verbal sparing matches. There was the stool in the corner than she would sit in and work, smiling at their sarcasm. There was the basket that Morgana would throw her unfinished mending in, insisting that it could wait while Gwen went home and slept.

''Don't worry. If it's really good, I'll read it a story and tuck it in. Now go. Home. To. Bed.''

Gwen smiled a sad smile and carefully walked over to the wardrobe. The room had this air of stillness to it, as if it was still in the past and waiting for Morgana to sweep in and collect her cloak for her daily ride.

Gwen opened the wardrobe. Speaking of riding, there were all Morgana's favorite cloaks, all lined up, unused. On the bottom, was a forgotten pair of Arthur's boots that Gwen had hidden and Morgana had never remembered to tell her to sneak back.

Or maybe she just never got the chance.

Gwen placed the dress in the wardrobe, the click of the hanger on the pole echoing from the wardrobe, sounding so familiar and strange all at once. It used to be every day she heard that sound while helping Morgana pick out her outfit. Morgana's wardrobe was different form the other's in the castle, because the carpenter who built it had not only put the back on wrong, but had also forgotten the proper pieces to screw in the pole, so had substituted with these pieces of metal that kept the pole in place, but echoed though the pole, making the hangers clicking against it have a funny sound.

It was such a stupid detail to remember, yet Gwen smiled at it.

She brushed the front of the dress down smoothy, and then closed the wardrobe, clicking it shut. ''I found it, Morgana,'' she whispered to the silent, still air of the bedroom. ''I found it.''

There was a knock at the door. Arthur came in hesitantly. He glance about the room, a look of unease on his face. ''Finished the dress?'' He asked, his voice not much above a whisper.

Gwen bit her lip and nodded. Arthur's expression was soft, and he came over and took her hand. ''Come on— Merlin's finished his project and I think you're really going to like it.''

Gwen smiled and followed Arthur to the door, letting go of his hand just long enough to stare one last time into her mistress' room. Again, in her mind's eyes, she could see her helping her prepare for bed.

She closed her eyes and shut the door, leaving herself and Morgana in the past. Happy, safe, and pleased with each other. She then took her husband's hand, and they went off to see what their Court Magician had come up with.

Me: Well, that's it! I want to thank everyone who reviewed, favored, and followed me and this story! It really means so much!

And again, special thanks to kyuzi4869 for requesting a sequel, and unintentionally sparking my imagination.

If any of you are intrested in Merlin's idea, I plan on writing a separate story about it, titled The Story of Morgana Goloris Pendragon. Depending on when my doc manager is working again, I will publish it soon.

So, this is the end. Wow, I haven't finished a multi chapter fic since an old Fire Emblem one I published years ago (and since delated. Really, it was terrible. I am much better at writing now).

Thanks again!

Happy Writing!